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Ah, yes,...the holidays. The lovely holidays. Look at the calamity it causes. What a shame. the crazed eyes, the teeth gritting smiles.

Today, a woman took a parking space that I wanted. How odd. I needed to get a package mailed. She so calmly took the spot I wanted. I has this beautiful vision of wacking her fake blond highlights around with her own high heel shoes.

And it was then that I remembered the ture beauty of Christmas. The horrif beasts it makes of people.

Oh, but serious, I am being cynical. There is a beautiful side as well. This year I made presents for people. For the time it took, I could have gone and gotten a job and searched the stores ten times over. But, what is done is done, and the gifts are made, and they are one of a kind.

I don't even have a wishlist on my page. I am not even sure how to assemble one.

Well, to say the least, my Christmas times have always been less than ordinary. A vibrant cocktail of poignant sorrow and tiny shards of beauty. There is a lot missing at this time of year for me family wise, but that is the way the human life cycle works. We come and go.

The news about the soldiers in Irag getting blown up in their mess tent is extra shitty at Xmas. I am so proud of our country, spreading "peace and democracy." Maybe I am crazy, but what country are they talking about? Last I looked, the violence and instability there has escalated exponentially.

I got to go now. So much to do paperwork wise, tax stuff, school starts again soon....la la la la.......

Oh, and these are two of my bestest friends. Chums like them make me feel like less of a loner freakshow in my own circus...Happy Holidays if you can manage them, and if not, do at least something to feel alive...